(Bonus Scene) Damsels in Distress Part 3

The rest of the day after the spanking incident and the following night is quiet for the captive women. Caitlin lies on either her side or stomach as her ass recovers from the brutal paddling it received. The trio try to find escape themselves but come up empty handed. They sit in hope that Edward and Soo-yin would be back for them soon, though as each hour passed their hope began to dim bit by bit.

The next day the women are taken roughly out of the cage once more. It is about mid-morning as they are brought to the village square, beside the bonfire pit.

The captives look at each other nervously. All of the village men have formed a circle inside of which the women are thrown. The village women formed a ring around the men, doing their best to get a good view. The queen sits on her throne up on the platform.

Caitlin waves up at the queen. "Hey fuck face! My Soo-yin's coming for you you dumb cunt!"

Caitlin, Natali, and Isabella are **** to their knees. They look around at all of the cruel male faces.

From amongst the men steps the priest, towering above the rest. He still wears his ridiculous penis shaped headpiece. He throws his arms up and addresses the gathered men, making some great speech. The men laugh and jeer in excitement.

Isabella's face blanches.

"What is it?" Whispers Natali.

"You don't want to know." She whimpers.

"Just tell us!" Caitlin snaps.

"We are...um...to be...'painted with the seed of the village'. Roughly translated."

Indeed, as they look they see the priest has his long thin dick in hand and was stroking it.

"Oh Jesus! They're going to bukkake us? The whole village?" Caitlin groans.

"Um, yeah. That's one way of putting it." Isabella responds.

"It looks like the big guy gets to go before the commoners." Natali observes. As she points him out he notices it, he walks over and begins beating his meat right in front of her face. She kneels there looking up at him, her eyes full of fiery hatred.

Caitlin and Isabella begin to notice most of the village men now have their hands under then loincloths, rubbing. The two women hold on to one another.

The tall priest stares down at Natali smiling. His eyes scanning her strange foreign body as his hand goes faster and faster up and down this lengthy skinny cock. Her rebellious brown eyes glaring up at him. She was at his mercy and this got him off. It doesn't take long before his face is flush and he is huffing, his hips making little thrusting motions as he nears release.

Just before he gets off Natali rips off a brutal uppercut right up into his big dangling jungle balls. He drops like a bag of hammers as chaos ensues. The men rush forward to drag him away and grab onto Natali with cruel hard hands. The queen rises and bellows out a call for calm. The crowd settles and she begins issueing orders.

Natali has her arms bound with rope from her from just below her elbows down to her wrists. This causes her chest to be thrust forward, her big round tits tilted upward. The binding around her wrists is then staked to the ground. She sits on the ground, kneeling, her arms bound tightly behind her and her chest arched forward. As always the men are not gentle, red marks and some bruising can be seen on her body when they are done positioning her. As this happens Caitlin calls for them to stop, her pleas falling on deaf ears.

Soon the activity commences once more. The other two women kneel to either side of Natali. The priest is seen hobbling away and Caitlin and Natali share an amused glance to one another despite the horrible circumstances.

Natali whispers. "Worth it."

The captives are soon surrounded by wanking cocks. Young, old, stout, thin, long, and short, a 360 degree panorama of stiff light brown dicks. The women just huddle together and await the inevitable.

The first to cum is a lean young man, maybe Isabella's age. He steps forward and really cranks on his little stump. His obvious shortcoming reminds Natali of that surreal night long ago with the hillbillies. He grunts and sends his seed splattering across Natali's well displayed tits. He finishes and wipes himself off on her then backs through the crowd.

Once it begins it doesn't stop. The village men step forward one, two, or three at a time and unload their hot wads onto the naked captive women. Natali gets special attention but all of them get their fair share in the end. Isabella tries to turtle up but is yanked up by the hair to take a money shot across her face. She is ordered to stay upright on her knees. Even Caitlin, who is the least squeamish among them, is grossed out at it goes on and on.

"Ew." Caitlin whines as two uncircumcised wangs deliver their payload into her curly red hair.

Natali maintains a defiant yet distant look during the ordeal. She keeps thinking about her Edward, hoping he is okay and that he'll come back for them soon. She can't move like the others so is **** to take whatever and however it is given, and given it is.

Dick after dick, cumshot after cumshot, every village man gets their turn. By the end some of the younger ones even go up for seconds. The smell is indescribable.

The women are slick with jizz. Their pale bodies glistening as thick globs run down their skin. Their hair is caked and their faces and tits are positively drenched in village spunk.

Once the men have had their fill the village stands around and gawks at their handiwork. Sharing stories about where, how, and on whom they got off. The queen laughs her wicked laugh as she looks down upon them. She claps her hands once more and barks out another command.

Now the women of the tribe come forth, holding pails of hot water. They douse the slimy women and begin scrubbing them roughly. Making sure to really grab and feel the weird foreign flesh. Laughing and joking as if the captives weren't even human, treating them like funny shaped laundry.

Natali is unbound and the trio is lead back to their cell and thrown in.

"At least they washed us." Caitlin observes.

Isabella sighs. "I don't think it was for our benefit." She leaves the rest unspoken.

The trio huddle together for support. Having nothing else to do they wait.